Quarterdeath

I'm not particularly sentimental
I'm just a little sad and gay
I've got some wisdom but it's incidental
I chase my tail just like a stray

I'm not the type to tag the funny feelings
I feel most held inside the gray
I close my eyes and then I hit the ceiling
I die a little every day

Well they call me the hunter
I've got the world in my sights
Yeah they call me the hunter
I never sleep but I'm alright

Twenty-five and I'm alive and well for now
Twenty-five and I'm still kicking it somehow
Twenty-five I get my licks from tricks I sell
Twenty-five and I'm in hell

Well they call me the lover
But I barely love myself
Yeah they call me the lover
I keep my heart up on a shelf

Twenty-five and I'm alive and well for now
Twenty-five and I'm still kicking it somehow
Twenty-five I get my licks from tricks I sell
Twenty-five and I'm in hell



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Writer(s): Robert Thomas Kessler
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